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Hooray, just gave what may be my last proper supervision ever! (Maybe a couple more revision ones next term.) It's not that I dislike my supervisees, or even that they're particularly crap, I just find the whole enterprise so nervewracking. I guess I'm not as scared by it now as I used to be, but it always makes me feel anxious and inadequate. I'm not cut out for this sort of thing, I'm just not. Let me work on my own in a corner of a room, and give people my work now and then. I can't cope with this social interaction stuff.
Since Monday: hmm. Monday night I cooked a proper fry-up that didn't make G ill; Tuesday we went to WUS; yesterday G finished off various job application things, tidied his room (!) and I cooked again (even though it was his turn); today I came back to college to supervise and G has gone to have coffee with E to discuss her depression. Tonight we should be going to the Man in the Moon to see Fire and Forget, in which I know most of the members quite well.
At WUS, G and I had a really strange and intense conversation, after which he agreed to delete various things pertaining to L from his lj profile and from his webpage, because they upset me. We talked about money and other stuff too.
Oh, and yesterday I finally booked a flight to Jersey for G and me. L270 :-((( I hate spending money.
And I've been involved in a silly pedantic discussion on oxbridge.tat about linguistics (surprise, surprise).
Er, I feel confused and unfocussed. I think I should have a bath. And drink some fluid. I'm probably dehydrated.

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Oh yes, forgot to say, I'm now on the final level of Diablo, Diablo's own level, having slaughtered Archbishop Lazarus and his copious minions. I am very scared. :-)